Sometimes The Easiest-seeming Stories To A Reader

I Love You Not For The Person You Are, But For Your Possibilities.

For These Are Not As They Might Seem To Be, The Ruins Of Our Civilization, But Are Temporary Encampment And Outposts Of The Civilization That We - You And I - Shall Build.

Then It Is Dark; It Is A Night Where Kings In Golden Suits Ride Elephants Over The Mountains.

When I Remember My Family, I Always Remember Their Backs. They Were Always Indignantly Leaving Places.

How Can We Describe The Most Exalted Experience Of Our Physical Lives [sex], As If-jack, Wrench, Hubcap, And Nuts-we Were Describing The Changing Of A Flat Tire?